Sunday Catbloggery

Ghlaghghee makes the argument that she is the perfect desk accessory. And really, who are we to argue?

41 Comments on “Sunday Catbloggery”

  1. Now, see, that couldn’t have happened without the desk being clean. Mind you, I could clean my desk for the next five hours (and it needs it), and Tuffy still wouldn’t fit on it.

  2. (Oh, forgot to say)

    Whenever I see the word “Ghlaghghee”, my brain insists on pronouncing it gull-i-ghee, like the cartoon sound of someone chuging water.

  3. Jim Millen – Windsurfing, reading, biking, tech, PR, social, marketing, politics, sports. Big geek at heart, interested in most interesting stuff. :-)
    Jim Millen

    Saturday plotting, Sunday catblogging – sounds like a good weekend!

    As for pronunciation, I’ve always imagined it as GLAH-GUH-HEE – anywhere near the mark?

  4. I see the desk is getting cluttered again with that pile of stuff behind the cat.

    Is it wise to be feeding the Non-Chang’s obsession, John? Lots of cat pics in the last few weeks. What will happen if you start to cut back?

  5. O Great Scalzi, what an excellent beginning to your 2008 photojournal of The Beauteous Ghlaghghee.

    Magnificent She is not just simply a perfect “desk accessory” as you so crudely put it, but Simply Utter Perfection Itself. This elementary fact can be easily observed by even the least sophisticated of the Whatever readership (with the possible exception of The Anteater-Appreciation Society, which for some reason confuses Chang with Not Chang. Even though Nathan should know better.).

    The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club

  6. Is that her ‘usual’ spot, or has the great New Year’s Cleaning allowed her to have a spot on the desk? Mine claimed the top of the printer as his new spot the other night. Apparently, he has figured out that the papers on the desk are not actually in use, thereby destroying the attractiveness of lying on them.

  7. I always say, nothing can be considered beautiful, unless it looks as good bald. Could you shave Ghlaghghee and take photos please?

  8. My immediate thought was what Karen said in #2. Could be a long-term impetus to maintain clean-deskitude . . . ?

  9. “The ancient Egyptians worshipped cats, and cats have never forgotten that. ”
    You are correct, who are we to argue if Her Royal Highest chooses that particular spot to grace with her presence.

  10. O Cornfoosed Nathan, how many times must it be explained? I am Not Chang, not Chang.

    The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club

  11. Off subject but I have to say woot woot. I stumbled across this site via a google search on Heinlein. It was your bit about being compared to him being a good thing. Well I enjoyed that bit so I bookmarked the site and have been loitering and tossing in my two bits for a couple of weeks now. Well I picked up three of you books yesterday and am a quarter of the way through OMW. Which brings me back to woot woot. Epic so far and I am only a quarter of the way through it. You set up some interesting things very early that I am really wondering about. As far as the Heinlein comparison, I don’t see it. Unless you think that interesting ideas in an entertaining story makes your stuff like Heinlein. Bla bla bla, I just wanted to say great stuff so far. Oh and purdy putty.

  12. It’s a Kitty! I WANT KITTEH!! Alas, Mom’s allergic (yes, I live with my mom. I’m also 16).

    It would make a nice desk accessory…. If there was room on my desk. He’d (I’d get a he cat) have to sit on my various Who CDs and dolls from Japan.

  13. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, who is Chang in Chang's clothing (with bacon!)

    Uh, hello? Is this thing on?

    Love the picture of Arglebargle. She’s as beauteous as my anti-namesake states. They do seem to like to deposit themselves in such a way as to be less accessory than monument, don’t they?

    Remember. Cats have staff, dogs have owners.

  14. I love this cat. She is just gorgeous.

    I got my new kitty Friday–Chappy after Charlie Chaplin– and my resident cat–Jackson, after Jackson Pollock–wants to gut him like a fish. It’s been very upsetting. We’re making baby steps today though. Instead of spending 100% of his time trying to be a Slice-O-Matic, Jackson now only spends 50% of his time in that pursuit. The other fifty is spent with his nose up the kitten’s behiney. The kitten is looking at him with a disgusted, Dude!-I-don’t-like-you-that-way look.

    I’m spending my time running alongside the kitten like a secret service agent–escorting him to his official potty and food stations.

    I hope this gets better. :-(

  15. What I’m wondering about is the collection of Official John Scalzi Convention Name Badges on what appears to be a lampshade behind Her Majesty.

    Do you keep them for souveniers, or because by the end of the con you can’t remember your own name?

  16. I am not a writer so maybe my post wasn’t clear. I didn’t mean to say that Mr Scalzi compared himself to RAH. Lets edit!

    As far as the Heinlein comparison, I don’t see it. Unless you think that interesting ideas in an entertaining story makes his stuff like Heinlein.

    Change one little word and everything changes. Shoot while I’m at it I’ll get the typo too.

    Well I picked up three of your books yesterday and I am a quarter of the way through OMW.

    There all better. I thought about getting cute and useing their or they’re but decided against it. I need all the iq I can hold on to.
    Part II is done and gone. Not as fun as part I but still good. No sign of the answers to the interesting things I noted in my first post.

  17. Ian: I’ve been pronouncing it Glaggy mentally EVEN THOUGH I know, know, know, that’s pronounced Fluffy. (My boyfriend thinks it’s an awesome name.)

  18. To Patrick at #13: I have almost the same exact cat (well, except for gender), and the answer is no. He does not look nearly as beautiful bald. Plus they hate it and tend to shred the human who wields the clippers.

    Believe it.

  19. I’m finding the golden telescope much more interesting then the cat.
    could you please dedicate a post to it (the ‘scope not the cat) ?

    Is it functional ? for decoration ?
    Have you shared your family with your astronomic findings/observations ?

  20. #25 Dana Jean who Wang Chungs but never Changs Says:

    I got my new kitty Friday–Chappy after Charlie Chaplin– and my resident cat–Jackson, after Jackson Pollock–wants to gut him like a fish. It’s been very upsetting. We’re making baby steps today though. Instead of spending 100% of his time trying to be a Slice-O-Matic, Jackson now only spends 50% of his time in that pursuit. The other fifty is spent with his nose up the kitten’s behiney. The kitten is looking at him with a disgusted, Dude!-I-don’t-like-you-that-way look.
    I’m spending my time running alongside the kitten like a secret service agent–escorting him to his official potty and food stations.

    Dana Jean: If Chappy and Jackson don’t hit it off, consider boarding them together(!) for a day or two. No, seriously….

    A good friend who adopted three kittens a couple months ago had a similar problem: Hoover (senior feline) wanted nothing to do with the young’uns¹, and clearly considered them interlopers at best, or intruders — hiss, snarl, smack — when in a bad mood.

    All four felines spent a few days boarded together at the nearby vet/clinic to allow my friend to visit her relatives for Christmas. (In past years someone² has been available to mind cats over a holiday weekend, but this year no one could take up the slack.) Said boarding, while neither unduly unpleasant nor to the cats’ liking, had an odd payoff — they bonded at some point while in durance vile. Hoover is now not only civil, but actually plays with the wee kittens… even mock-wrestles with eldestbiggest kitten Leo at ~five percent of his full strength, while faking defeats like a seasoned WWE pro.

    Best of luck to you, to the New Kitty on the Block, and the Resident Curmudgeon — and hope you all have fun tonight!
    --------------------------------------------------------
    ¹ Adoptees: Leo (“Leo Pard”), Sacha, Lilly; all ~6 months of age.
    ² Ofttimes, someone = me.

  21. #36 nsh scrobe thusly:

    Have you shared your family with your astronomic findings/observations ?

    Although astronomy is one of John’s passions, I’m certain that you meant to write that sentence the other way around… :-)

  22. He is quite gorgeous… And, you are already messing up the hard work that Krissy did in that office… aren’t you?

    be well,
    Dawn

  23. I, for one, welcome our Magnificent Feline Overlord. Forgive me please Magnificent Ghlaghghee for noticing things other than you, but…
    Are those drumsticks visible in the background? Inquiring minds want to know…
    As for the convention badges- I like to keep my own just for their value as reminders of great times. Of Scalzi’s, my favorite has to be the WorldCon 2006 “Hugo Loser” Crashed Rocketship badge.

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